Selling a litter of puppies can be a chore. They are so cute and cuddly, those little chubby bellies and short legs prancing everywhere. When looking for a smile, look no further.
The big question is, how are we going to part with them? According to my husband, very easily. Eva and Charlotte had grown fond of one female who had a rough spot on her tail. We warned them not to get attached, but that is hard for two little girls to do.
We are forming character that will guide them for the rest of their lives. Teaching responsibility and how to work for a dollar is part of training we must teach our children. Even Charlotte, at two years old, can move puppies and help clean out kennels where appropriate. The most significant part of the reward is letting go for the better good.
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The new owners of a female puppy pulled up the drive. Eva watched them as she and Charlotte played with the pups in the yard. Looking at the puppies, the people fell in love with both females. Eva graciously handed them over with a kiss on their tiny heads. These puppies were going to a great home, but Eva couldn’t understand that. She put on a brave face as she said goodbye. Charlotte went to find another puppy to play with.
After they were gone, I was talking to Chuck in the yard. A lot of work had gone into my profitable earnings, and I was satisfied. Eva quietly slipped away, rode her bike to the garage, and headed up the stairs to go inside when Chuck spotted her. He held up his hand to stop me from talking. “Eva, come here.” He bellowed in his manner. Charlotte was still playing in the grass, not understanding what had happened. “She’s upset. I can tell,” he stated as Eva approached him. Sure enough, she walked right up to him, grabbed him around the waist, and sobbed.
I had completely missed it; Chuck didn’t. Eva is so much like her daddy. Her emotions were quietly guarded, but He knew. Behind those football shoulders and tough exterior is a gentle soul.
Charlotte, at two years old, is constantly walking around saying, “Mom, watch!” “Daddy, watch!” All eyes are on her for the next few minutes as we watch what, to her, is exceptional! She has taken to calling me “Your Majesty.” I rather like it (wink).
There is a little girl that plays on Eva’s soccer team. Right before her goalie kicks, she looks over to ensure her mom and dad are watching. To her, it makes no difference how well she kicks or that the crowd is watching. It only matters that Mom and Dad saw her. Their cheers for her warm my heart each time they yell endearingly, “Good job, Sissy!” She proudly heads back to the goal.
I don’t want my kids to see me watching them over the lens of my device. I want them to know they have my undivided attention. I want them to hear me scream, “Ya! Go. Go!”
At Eva’s last soccer championship, they had won the semi-finals, and I could not have been prouder. Very pregnant, I hit the field running and screaming! Chuck had yelled and coached from the sidelines all through the game. Now was my time to celebrate! Eva caught my eyes and motioned for me to calm down. The same collected demeanor showed itself again. I laughed at her quiet disposition. She ran up and gave her daddy a big hug. I knew right then all that mattered was that Daddy was watching.
The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.
Psalms 121:8
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